Llamedos doesn't have many visitors but if you ask one of them about his or her stay the first thing he or she will mention even before the illustrous names of the land's inhabitants or the beauty of its hills and mountains would be the most profane of topics: the weather.
"It's raining." That's not to say it rains all the time. There are times of stormy cloudliness. Or of dark gloominess. Sometimes it does not rain because it's snowing. But for the better part of the year (and the day) rain falls onto the green hills and grey mountains of Llamedos.
Because of this the people of the country are of a quiet, quite melancholic type. Sure they will sing and dance (for they are quite fond of music) and there would be times of happiness. But if every day you look out your window there is a gray and dark sky looming right above your hut you too would grow a bitter mind.